In a dark, ethereal realm, in the midst of the darkness, a figure emerges with an aura of power and magnetism. He is both horrific and strangely captivating, drawing the eye even as he repels the soul. His form is indistinct at first, a ripple in the oppressive blackness, you want to run but you become overwhelmed, drawn in to this creatures powers. Captative by both fear and beauty, you realize, he’s a male succubus demon. Deep within the ruins of hell, with a sword in your hand, ready to battle, but unable to do so. His skin, flickering fires, casting a dynamic glow across his glistening wet, shinny, body. The flames dance along his chiseled muscular torso, casting vibrant hues that seem to emanate from his very core. His eyes, have a piercing glow, locked in a gaze, he exudes confidence and authority. Unable to move, or unwilling to do so, drawn by his almost completely nude body and overwhelmed by his powers, you given to his will.